This is a post done for Yahoo yesterday. I took a couple pictures this week for fun and thought they turned out great. Obviously I made a great choice. She walked into the house like she had climbed out of a poster in my high-school bedroom. Past fashionably late, she had given me way too much time to sit and drink and I knew it would be hard not to make an ass out of myself. By the time I was face to face with my favorite Redskins Cheerleader all I could muster was a shrugged shoulder handshake. It was a summer Saturday night and Christy was thinking about me. If looks were bait then I was hooked. She dressed to make men panic, but beyond that she was beautiful.
It's p. Sunday night, and I'm on the train back to New York City when my cell phone rings. Washington Redskins tight end Chris Cooley is calling. Considering I had talked to him in the locker room just a few hours earlier, after the Redskins' victory over the New Orleans Saints, I wondered what could have happened since. Chris Cooley has emerged as one of the best, and most popular, tight ends in the NFL. In today's voyeuristic world of MySpace, Facebook and reality TV galore, our society is a curious one, especially concerning celebrities. We want to know what time they woke up, what they ate for breakfast, and where they're going out at night.
I'm not big on saving too many text messages, but the one I received at p. I need to talk to you about my brother's cock picture on the site. Call me. Chris Cooley, who's very open on his personal blog and whom maintains a very high profile in sports blog circles, may have we thought posted his flaccid member and hairy peach basket on purpose. We now know it wasn't intentional. Tanner, Chris's younger brother and surrogate for all of Chris' off-field activities was "very stressed" after his big brother's penis popped up on his personal blog yesterday morning.